In the arena, the opening announcement over, Tharg turned to face his foe. This other powerful and menacing male was called Gottman. Gottman looked re...ally mean to Francine's interested eyes and he looked quite knocked about as though he'd fought quite a few other men in his time and survived. Tharg, though, was unmarked. Olga whispered to her companion."He's good at whipping the women, Francine, but I think being up against someone his own size has given him the shits. Poor Tharg!" Indeed. Poor. I’m nothing but a hole. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” She couldn’t believe she was saying this at first, but as he continued to ream her ass she started thinking she might have had a point. She wanted this to happen. That’s why she was masturbating in the bathroom, that’s why she took off all her cloths, that’s why she didn’t stop when the biker started knocking. She wanted him to break in and use her like a whore. Because that’s what she really was, a stupid worthless whore. No, whores are still. She would be require to provide sexual services for at least one guest. She would be paid a $5000 fee plus tips. She would receive a minimum of $1000 plus tips by each guest to whom she provided sexual services. In addition all her travel expenses would be paid. This past weekend she had met with Bill Todd. He had offered and she had excepted his sponsorship. Unknown to her he knew the details of her agreement with Mr. Darrien. Everything would stay the same as far as her participation in the. Fortunately, it wasn't thick at all, just a thin shell that scraped off pretty easily, and I quickly had the driver's side pretty clear. The passenger side wasn't as important to me, but I still wanted to clear it, so I rushed around to the other side, hoping to make even quicker work of it.But -- ow! Damn! How did that happen? It felt like something had just lopped off the end of my frigid finger, and in the dim light coming from the kitchen window of the house, I could see blood dripping.